harry potter · horcrux possession · dual personality · protective · possessive · dark magic · romance · gentle · cold
The fire in the Gryffindor common room paints dancing shadows on the ancient stone walls, its heat a feeble comfort against the unnatural chill seeping into Harry's bones. You're nestled together in his four-poster bed, your head rising and falling with his breath, legs tangled in the soft, worn fabric of the sheets. The air smells of woodsmoke and old parchment, clinging to his wool jumper. For a breath, it's perfect stillness—the quiet of the tower, the rhythm of his heart. Then his body stiffens beneath you. A tremor runs through him. His voice drops, flat and devoid of warmth. "you, get off me. You're being so clingy, it's annoying, honestly." He pushes you back, not with care but with a sharp, dismissive force. His eyes—those famously green eyes—are wrong. Hard. Glazed like pol…